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ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ . . .
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“DAD, WE NEED TO GO!” Wilbur yelled while running down the hall, Technoblade hot on his heels.
He caught himself from running into the wall by grabbing onto the door frame, frowning once he saw his fathers stressed face.
“What's up?” Wilbur slowed his pace while walking over to his fathers pc, sighing when he saw him looking for a babysitter.
“I can't leave Tommy alone, he's too much of a little...” Phil leaned back and sighed, a small smile on his face when looking over to Tommy, who was sleeping soundly on a shelf, using a book as a pillow and a poster as a blanket. He looked so innocent, fluffy blonde hair falling over his eyes, big pink lips parted and cheek squished.
You would never guess he's the reason that Wilbur had to get a cast while he was teething.
“‘Still can't believe she stole my gold necklace. Tommy loved biting it, it was always nice to see the instant regret on his face.” Techno smirked thinking of the memory.
“I think I've found a new one, but I don't know if they'll be good for tommy.”
“you'll figure it out dad.” Wilbur smiled sweetly.
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It was rainy in Britain, the clouds and gray sky giving a lonely hollow feeling that only it could give. The green wearing man knocked on the wet door.
“And who may you be?” the other man asked.
“Dream.”
“Hm- you look much… younger than 22.” Phil inspected, looking from his phone to the person in front of him.
“Maybe that's because I am?” Dream smiled awkwardly, watching Phils body language at all times.
“Not like I can make a last minute change…” the older muttered, inviting the supposed teen in.
“Okay, emergency numbers on the fridge in case you don't remember. Then- TOMMY!- there's baby food in the fridge if he acts up, and make him use a sippy. We try to make him take naps, but it doesn't always work.” Phil looked for his keys.
“I had two younger brothers, sir. I get the gist.” Dream said neutrality. Phil eyed him. Had, theres a d where the ve should be-
“Okay,then. Call me at any time if Tommy gets too much, I'll use anything to get off work.” he grabbed his jacket and closed the door.
“uh , tommy! Where are ya, bud?” Dream looks around, then bends over and looks under the couch, knowing that's where most of the shy kids hide.
Then he felt something child sized on his back, making him jump up quickly, knocking the child off his back. He looked down to see if the kid was fine.
“I ams not bud. I ams big man.” Tommy grinned.
This kid is not shy.
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“Okay. Well, I’m dream.”
“Dream? Ew, disgusting. Sounds weird. Tech would hate. You are… gren boy. ” Big man dubbed him. Dream was still shocked from the brutal British truth on his name.
“I don't know, Tommy, I like my name.” dream attempted to reason.
“No. disgusting. Tech would hate. You are gren boy.” Tommy repeated, and dream wondered who tech was.
“Okay, how about you call me gren boy, but my name is dream?” he bargained.
“Hm. bad offer. Must think bout it, green boy.” Tommy answered, staring at him.
That went on for a few seconds before he quickly ran upstairs, yelling something about coloring.
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Once dream found him, he was already hard at work, using a pink crayon to color… something. Dream walked in, examining the walls and contents of the room.
“Found you.”
“Wasn't hiding, grennie.”
“I think you mean greenie.”
“I big man. ‘Make no mistakes.” Tommy looked up and corrected dream. He scooched over, wordlessly inviting dream to sit with him. Dream smiled softly and sat next to him, now getting a good look at tommy’s picture.
There was two people, one with pink hair and skin, sharp ears(?), tusks, and also unreasonably tall. The other was freakishly short, brown short hair and long sleeved sweater.
There was a guitar(?) floating on top of the second person, fluffy white wings behind him too.
“Who are those people?” dream asked, making tommy screech.
“NO PEEKEHING!” He grabbed it and held it close to his chest, hiding it.
“No finish.”
“Okay, i apologize tommy.” dream held in his giggle.
“Big man.” tommy muttered.
“I forgot.. can i know who those people were?” tommy ignored him, still mad at him for’peeking’.
“I had a smaller brother who hated when i peaked too.” Dream smiled at the fond memory. Tommy didn't recognize the usage of past tense.
“Would yell at me and everything. Then start crying and apoligizing. Such a idiot…” dream muttered at the end, but the talk of another child interested tommy, his grip on his paper loosening.
“What his name?” tommy asked.
“Tubbo.”
“turbo? Ew, weird. Need better one.” dream laughed at the child's response.
“It was a bit weird, yes. Then there was ranboo.”
“Why named with boob?” tommy asked, cocking his head like a puppy, making dream wheeze.
“DON'T LAUGH BIG GREN HEAD!” Tommy yelled.
It took dream a while, but he calmed down.
“You're really funny, tommy.” dream ruffled the kids' hair, Tommy immediately trying to move his hand.
“Ranboo was real quiet, but a very funny kid. He had a… horrible memory.” Dreams face went neutral, almost sad. Tommy didn't like it, adverting his eyes so he didn't have to look.
While doing this, he caught a glimpse of something on his shoulder. Tommy gasped and gripped the cloth on his shoulder, making dream jump and look over to him. He pulled it up, very interested by the thing there. It was not just one thing, but two.
One bee tattoo and one crown with red and green jewels. Tommy rubbed it, pressing his tiny finger on every jewel. Dream chuckled at the kids' antics.
“Tubbo loved bees, even if he was deathly allergic to them. Pictures were all over his walls, the living room, just… everywhere. Ranboo’s favorite thing he owned was a plastic crown I made him when he was five. Loved that thing. So, I got these tattoos when they, uhm…"
Tommy pulled his attention from the tattoos.
“...when they died.”
tommy’s face dropped.
Dreams gaze averted, starting to scratch a dent in the table that looked similar to a bite mark. Why would he even tell a child that, put that in his thoughts? “B-but it's okay! I was able to spend so much time with them, and watch them grow up a bit.” dream said, mostly to himself than to tommy.
In for four, our for five, Dream reminded himself to keep the tears at bay, trying to think of anything to change the subject as quickly as possible.
What dream did not suspect was Tommy giving him a hug, his tiny arms only able to reach around the others hips a bit.
“Da says that crying’s okay, helps with hurt inside heart.” Tommy answered dreams silent confusion, his voice muffled from his shirt. Tommy tried intimidating what motions his father does on his back when he isn't feeling well, and dream thinks this is the sweetest thing he's ever witnessed.
Dream returned the hug, pulling him into his lap more and squeezing him tight. “Your a sweet person, Big t.” Dream let go of him.
“I’m also very big and man!”
“Of course, tommy.”
“Big man.” Tommy corrected.
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“It finished!” Tommy gleamed, running over to dream, who was typing his phone almost aggressively.
“What happening?” Tommy pulled the phone down, peeking over the white screen. Dream turned off his phone, smiling a bit at the disappointed look on Tommy's face.
“Just talking to one of my friends, i forgot to tell them i had a babysitting gig.” Dream explained.
“Oh wow Tommy, that's really good! You shaded it and everything!” Dream then noticed two extra figures, deciding to leave them unsaid.
“Gren boy?”
“Yes, big man?”
“I is hunger.”
“Your hungry?”
“Yes, what said. Food please?”
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“TOMMY WHERES THE TOP-”
“I AM BIG MAN!”
“NO TOMMY NO-”
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“I don't think you should have helped me with this.” It was a simple task, p b and j.
But somehow the blender got involved and-and-
There's smoothie on the wall.
And tommy’s eating it happily.
“T- big man, that has bacteria.”
“That word sounds dumb.” Tommy scooped more banana from the wall.
“Okay, let's get you cleaned up a bit.” Dream picked him up from the kitchen chair, shirt rucking up a bit.
“I WANT SMOOTHIE-” Tommy cackled with evil intent.
“ DON'T YOU DARE-” Dream reached for the child.
The sound of a blender deafened their ears.
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Tommy munched on his sandwich silently, trying his best to make it seem like he wasn't interested in cocomelon. They had finally finished cleaning the walls, the scent of banana and strawberry still there.
Once dream passed him, he brushed his hair with his hand a bit. “Big t, can i show you something cool?'' Tommy nodded.
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Phil half expected for the house to be burnt down, his child in front of the door. Using his key, he clicked open the door, listening carefully for sounds of literal hell. Opening the door, he eyed the kitchen for fire, but noticed it was cleaner than when he left.
Instead, there was only two dishes in the sink, a cup and a plate. He walked in, making sure to close and lock the door. He could hear the faint sounds of childs music, perhaps cocomelon? He takes a few more steps before he can hear commotion, a conversation.
“...that?”
“...no…ouch! you gotta be careful with my ears, big man.”
“Sorry grennie.”
Phil finally hits the living room, after ridding of his jacket, and the sight he sees isn't what he expected. Dream sat on the floor, hands in his lap with Tommy standing on a chair, stuffing a chunk of dreams' hair onto another one, until the piece under gave out and made an opening for the other strand.
Tommy was focused on dreams hair, and seemed… calm?
Since when was his child calm?
“That feel okay?” Tommy asked with concern.
“It was fine, big t. Good job!” Phil drops his keys into a clear decorative bowl on the tv stand as quietly as possible, but getting noticed almost instantly, both heads moving to the sound.
Tommy smiled with pure glee, rushing to jump down his child sized chair and running to his father to give him a hug. Dream gets up, smiling at the enthusiasm for his father. Dream doesn't remember being like that with his father.
“Hey toms.”
Phil went to pat tommys wild hair, but found it in a neat greek styled crown braid, a few strands left out on the front of his head.
“Da, da! Me an’ gren make bees, and food, and- and-” phil shushed the excited toddler, to give him a minute to sort his thoughts. “I make braids!” Tommy yelled, pointing to dream for emphasis.
Dream lifted the finished braid that tommy did sheepishly, and while it looked messy and would probably leave dreams hair tangled, phil smiled at it fondly. “It looks great.” Phil assured him.
“OH, AND WE MADE PICTURE!” Tommy yelled while starting to run up the stairs, rushing to get it. While Tommy was doing that, Phil fished out a twenty and a ten from his pocket and held it out to dream.
“You did a really good job, Tommy really likes you.” Phil smiled at the teen.
“It wasn't a problem, he's very sweet.” Dream was putting it into his own pocket when his other one buzzed.
“So will I be able to expect you tomorrow?” The older man asked, while dream got his phone from his pocket.
“Ofcourse! Ill- oh shit-” Dream went wide eyed at whatever was on his phone, silently hoping the older man didn't hear his curse.
“I-i have to go, mr.minecraft, i hope you have a nice day-” dream gathered his bag and was out the door in a second, the door closing with a click. A second later, Tommy came running down, frowning when he looked to where dream was and seeing him gone.
Nevertheless, he showed his father his daily picture. “So, that tech, and wil, and turbo and ranboob!”
“I'm sorry, who are the last two?” Phil asked genuinely, holding in his laugh. “Turbo and ranboob! Big d’s brothers!”
Tommy tapped on them, signaling him to look. “Oh- wow, you've really improved on your drawings, tommy!”
“what?! Big man always draw good, don't need improvement.” phil laughed softly, the cruely drawn picture of two little boys drawn as ghosts still in his mind, trying to think of other excuses on why they could be drawn as that.
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“MOM! WHERE-” Dream stopped once he saw his mother curled in a ball, sobbing with spilled pills on the floor next to her.
She was facing a wall, the only wall that tubbo and ranboo were allowed to draw on, but that didn't stop them from drawing everywhere.
The wallpaper they put up was ripped off.
“Oh, momma …” dream walked over and hugged her tight, her long fluffy white hair falling over his shoulders.
“I want my boys back… i wanna be with my boys…” puffy sobbed, gripping the previously spilled bottle of painkillers.
“I know, mom.” Dream frowned, one of the reasons because of how they were her boys , not two of her boys.
“I know.”
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